trotik gallery?’ll explain everything to you! they took me through all the halls, explained everything, gave me coffee and cakes, they even wanted to give me a painting , but thank god they changed their minds, and i left, that’s it, i visited the stupid trityakov gallery, and the smart ones are still standing there in line, all blue, oh, well, what else do i want to say, girls, smart ones study with all their might, and a fool gets a higher education without thinking. yes, here at our institute during a session, they are practically smart they didn’t sleep, but i slept like a groundhog, and before the exams i wrote spurs on my legs, from the knee and above. i was putting on the same skirt, above the knees, i was sitting, legs crossed, and copying from my hip, then the professor came up, i told him, alexander petrovich, dear, help me, i can’t make it out. what's written on my thigh here? professor, he didn’t leave my side for 3 years, and my diploma was the brightest in the course, okay? so, what i w